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Once before
I told you why we couldn't be together
But here we are, holding each other's hand.

I remembered how I told you that
I'm the colour black, and you're the colour white.
I still remember the smile you gave me
Why, my angel's racist now?, you joked.

I was serious
But you made me laugh a bit back there.

I still remember how I justified
How different we are
To be together.
I'm a pessimist, you're a ******* optimist, see?
We're different, we won't fit with each other
We're like the ocean and the skies, separated forever.

I still remember your laugh
And your words after you kissed me.

Why does it matter that much
That we're different?

Why, my angel
You're a sweet chocolate cake
And I'm the vanilla ice-cream.

No matter how different we are
We're still happy together.
*Isn't that all that matters?
Yeah, literally eating chocolate cake while writing this one.
My sadness
could never be found
for I have never found agony in life.
If some who I heard of  that died I wouldn't cry I would stay strong
like an ocean that has been turning for life.
If some one died I would wish them to be in a better place than this
ending life universe.
If  I find the specific person who died that I loved the one that I hope to  live forever with that died my life would be a dying leaf in a never ending agony.
If that was possible I would be in a life full of sorrow and I would say not a word I would fall instantly into the petrifying black whole.
I wouldn't want this sorrow I would rather be an empty soul with a no one to love me and me no one to love for the rest of forever.
think of the most unwanted feeling in the world into your writing.
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that I fall in love daily
Held under so many captivating spells
moulded and crafted by all walks of life
I find myself longing for all of you
the broken, the fallen, the bruised
the saints, the sinners
the righteous, the dispossessed
the holy, the unholy
all meet here
to speak of life
as they feel it
as only we know it.
Onwards, upwards
Downward spirals
kindness, cruelty
crashing through boundaries
bounding across oceans
carried on wistful sighs and broken dreams
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that it breaks my heart
Then brings me back to love again
All within an hour.
 Jul 2016 hope ann webb
Nelize
a silent deep breath
gazing up at the sky
He now sees death
hammers fly up high

lay Him down on lacerated spine
little do they know, they mock the Divine
soon this sky will show darkness
prove He's King, none will deny

nails hit wood
through miracle hands
a violent wail is His reply

spit glides down His heavenly cheek
sour wine runs down burst lips
'forsaken I am' 'tis now His brood
in His side spears now pry

a single tear drop lands on His face
not from His eye
but from the Father's sky

IT IS FINISHED  He cried
a single rabbi brings sin to defeat
as death comes by

His absence will be fleet
for us: not yet goodbye
Great things, greater things yet to come
Great thoughts, thoughts of Jesus
Holding us in His arms
Great is the way Jesus has covered this
World with His hope for all nations
Hope for the lost and the weary and for
Those who look to the Lord humbled
And contrite before Him
Great is His promise of mercy,
Salvation and hope for eternity
With our Savior
Greater, greater, much more and
Greater and greater the love from God

     By:  Leona Chhaput
 Jun 2016 hope ann webb
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Fill
 Jun 2016 hope ann webb
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Why does everyone
fill their empty parts
with pieces of me
and when they leave
I'm left more empty?

Why does everyone
fill their voids with me
and forget that I have feelings
and that they can't be shaped like
clay in their cold hard hands
that only create when the head that
moves them has run out of options
I'm not a second option,
I'm not a last
I'm sick of people filling their empty parts with me
and leaving and not coming back
annoyed
One day, I'll pray
to make this pain go away.
Someday, I must say
my past will never drag
me down today.

There will come a day
where everybody knows my name.
They will say to me that
I was once a worrier,
but now I'm a slayer.
I slay every fear and anxiety
that creeps upon me like a serpent.

I held on to my sword
for I will no longer
be a slave no more!
I will travel across
the land to find the cure
for I am a warrior.

I shall fight,
if it's the last thing I'll do!
the devil will never have me
because we're through.
I lift up my hands
to the righteous King,
for he has blessed me so well
that I could sing .

After many years of doubt,
I won't let my fears and emotions
pour anything out.
I must have the courage
enough for me to flourish.
Surrender your flag of doubt, discouragement, fear, and worry.
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